Chapter two

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Life can be harsh, very harsh and when you wake up under a tree you start to realise how unlucky you are. You start doubting yourself and asking questions like, why me? And out of all the poor souls in the world why did I have to be picked?

So before I start talking to myself I am going to recap who I am and what I look like. My name is Hope,no last name,I have black hair, my eyes are white and green, I am a fugitive because I read a book and my CNM colours are white and black.

So now I have reminded myself of who I am, I better get moving.

10 minutes later I was still where I was just slightly to the right, I don't know why maybe it has something to do with the fact that I dislocated my ankle and was working up the bravery to put it back in its place.

5 minutes later I was screaming with the pain it cost for me to walk again. I really hoped no one had heard me, because otherwise this adventure was over already, and it's only over when I say it's over.

Once I was up, I limped over to the tall bushes and peeked out to see if anyone heard me scream, nothing, absolutely nothing. What are these people deaf, because I'm pretty sure I'm sure I saw some birds fly away in the tree to my right.

I started to limp away from my old life and to the new one.

A warm glowing light was in front on me, begging me to come over. So I did

Silently, I tiptoed to the light and slowed down when I heard voices. From my hearing there where three boys and two girls.

I backed away slowly taking my time to think. Why are they here? Should I do something? Will they be here tomorrow?

I peeked through the bushes to take a peek,for some reason one of the boys was missing.

Then I felt it. A hard knock to my head, I collapsed and the last thing I remember is the shouting whisper of voices and gorgeous emerald eyes...

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